(...) I have to go now, Gilda. Do be careful of the gap. You know how guards call out on certain stations of the London Underground "Mind the gap! Mind the gap!" Foreighners wonder, looking for some cute little scuttering thing you're supposed to look after?
When what they meant is "notice the space between the straight line of the carriage and the curve of the platform and don't slip down it".
The true gap is the space between the world as it ought to be and the world as it is; between what you think love and marriage and babies is going to be and what it turnes out to be, and it's proper nature is Disappointment.
Anyone can fall into it, Gilda, and it is horrible down there.
Blood and pulsating; mean, spiteful and full of hate, grabbing and sucking down and grasping.
Disappointment is the mother of all nasty emotions. You want the world to be perfect and it isn't. It drives you to terrible deeds. (...)
Fay Weldon. 'Affliction'
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